Now I have woken him up from his dreaming, and he sees the girl that he adores so fiercely is different than he thought. And still he lets me cry on him and holds me like I am important. Still he loves me. He is still Martin. I am still Lucy. ‘I can go to Evelyn’s, it’s okay.’ He sighs, full of feeling, and says, ‘Not tonight, love.’ He pulls the blanket over us and takes his last chance at holding me before I am gone forever.
